Chapter 35
CHAPTER
THIRTY-FIVE
JULIETTE
The voices grow louder as they move closer, and my fight-or-flight response is still completely frozen, my heart racing faster and faster with each step they take. And then they stop when they’re about ten feet from me.
One of them takes a step forward, then another, closing the distance between us. My breath hitches when I realize who it is. I don’t even have to be able to see his face clearly. I can smell him before he speaks.
“Jules?” he calls out.
Someone whistles in the background, but I can’t see them. The only person that exists is Slade. He closes the short distance between us, and when he’s close enough, I can finally see him.
Silence stretches between us as the world melts into nothingness, and then I feel his hands cup my cheeks. He lowers his head, and I don’t know what I expect, but it isn’t his mouth against mine.
Then his tongue swirls around my own, tasting me before he reaches down and grabs a handful of my ass, squeezing hard. Arching my back, I press my chest against his, not even trying to hide the moan that glides up my throat at the feel of his hard body against mine.
He breaks the kiss, nibbling on my bottom lip, but only so we can both catch our breath. Then he lifts his head, but only slightly—but only slightly, only enough to rest his forehead against mine.
“What’re you doin’ here, Jules?” His voice is soft, almost sweet. It causes goose bumps to appear all over my flesh.
His fingers flex against my ass a little tighter, gently pulling me against him.
I whimper the moment I feel his cock push into my belly.
I want him inside me. Now. I want him now.
I feel his fingers release my ass, and then one of his hands slides up my spine, tangling in my hair as he tugs my head back slightly.
When his lips touch the center of my exposed neck, I can’t hold back the cry that escapes. My nipples harden, and my pussy tingles. I think about where he just came from, and I know I should probably ask some questions, but I don’t. The words don’t come. All I can think about is him deep inside me.
Then he’s gone, well, his hands are gone. He releases me, my body swaying as I attempt to gather my balance. The moment I find my footing and a little space, I start to come back to myself.
Which means I start to think about that noise I heard. I open my mouth to ask when he rushes toward me. Only a step or two, but when his body gently slams into mine, without hesitation, his arms wrap around me, and he picks me up.
He carries me.
I don’t know where he takes me, but I don’t care either. Gripping his shoulders, I lower my head, my mouth finding his, and I kiss him. I can feel the scruff of his beard, the muscles in his arms as I shift my hands from his shoulders to his biceps.
When my back slams against something hard, I realize it’s the outside of the building. He slowly lowers me to my feet. This time, I’m not off balance. He ensures I’m steady, at least for a moment.
When he breaks the kiss, his gaze searches mine. I can see him better now. There is a dim light on this side of the building, just bright enough for me to see his dark eyes as they sparkle and search mine.
“You know only teenagers fuck on the side of a building because they can’t control themselves,” Slade murmurs.
I can hear the laughter in his voice. It’s cute. He’s cute, or maybe I should use a word like sexy. I’m not sure it matters, because all I want is his mouth anywhere on my skin and him anywhere inside me.
“I’ve never felt that way before now,” I whisper.
It’s the truth. It’s raw and bare, but I’m giving it to him. I’ve been through so much in my life. I don’t care about games. They don’t interest me. And if this doesn’t work out, then I’m back to never being vulnerable with anyone ever again.
Back to the thought of living a life alone, which is exactly what my original plan was anyway.
It’s probably the right call. I shouldn’t be here with him, but he shifts his head closer to me. His lips touch mine with a light brush, and then he leans back slightly, his gaze searching again—waiting for me to say something, or maybe trying to figure out what to say in response to me.
“I’m not sure I ever have, either, Jules.”
And then no more words need to be said. We speak without saying a single word. We’re fingers and tongues, teeth and lips as he undresses me. He tugs my shorts down, then grips my panties at the sides and shreds them as if they’re the flimsiest fabric to ever have existed.
When they’re gone, I feel his fingers glide through my center. Two of them dip inside me, filling me, stretching me. My head falls back, bouncing on the hard stucco of the building behind me— scratching my back—but I don’t care because Slade is touching me… he’s in me.
He leans forward, his lips touch the center of my throat, and he moans.
The vibration slides through my body, almost as if it’s actually entered my bloodstream.
My breathing comes out in heavy pants as he begins to make a come-hither motion, his thumb finding purchase on my clit, and my hips move on their own, rocking forward as he brings me closer to the edge.
“Come for me, Jules. I want you to soak my hand.”
Closing my eyes slowly, I let out a long exhale as I allow myself to just feel. Allow myself to let go. He consumes me, every part of me, and I want to do that for him. I want to come, to soak his hand, to give that to him.
His teeth drag up the skin of my throat, my chin, and then he nips my bottom lip. “Open your eyes, Juliette,” he breathes, his warm breath fanning over my face. “I want your eyes on mine when you come all over me.”
Wow. Hot.
Opening my eyes, I look directly into his dark gaze as he works me with his fingers and his thumb.
It feels good, so damn good, his fingers moving inside me, his thumb pressing harder against my clit as I climb higher and higher, inching toward the edge and ready to throw myself off the side for him.
I’ve never felt this way before. Then, when I’m on the edge, so close that I’m ready to scream out his name and fall over, tumbling, rolling down the hill, he pulls his hand from between my legs.
The loss seems almost too great for words. I want to take his wrist and shove him between my legs again, but I can’t move. I’m frozen in place. I open my mouth to beg for his touch again. I was so close, and now it seems like he’s ripped himself away from me for no reason.
But before I can speak, I hear the sound of his belt jingle. Then he reaches for me, his fingers curling around the backs of my thighs as he picks me up, my back scraping along the stucco before he slams himself deep inside me with one thrust.
“I’m a liar, Jules. I need to feel you right now, and I need you to strangle my cock when you come, not my fingers.”